"Hehe... Sword One... Sword Fourteen... Xu Qingqian... Lin Feng..." The young man Jie smiled, like a madman, "I really long to use your blood to temper my magic sword!"

Under the twilight, the evil face of the young man was reflected.

He is... Ling Yuhang.

After killing these people, Ling Yuhang inserted the Demonic Heaven's sword beside him, then crossed his legs and sat at the door of the palace.

...

Deep in the core of the Shuxuan Realm, lava is tumbling with bubbles, the air is twisted violently due to the high temperature, and there are traces of burning fire everywhere.

Shortly after the ink rain stopped, a fireball bulged in the lava. The fireball was several feet high, surrounded by several people, and flowed with the terrible power of the molten fire.

A graceful figure could be seen in the fireball.

Soon, the graceful figure opened her eyes. At one moment, her eyes seemed to be filled with gold, with a hot golden color.

Then, the fireball burst and countless white smoke rose. Among the white smoke, the flawless skin appeared faintly. She waved her hand gently, and countless molten fire power surrounded her, making her look like a monarch in the fire.

When she completely walked out of the white smoke, the fire gathered and turned into a tight red close-fitting dress, which fully set off her charming curves.

"After all, it's a little bit..."

She took a step forward, and her whole person turned into a line of fire and flew out of the core, rushing towards the direction where the palace was. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the horizon.

...

In the palace, the monks entered it and looked at the treasures in the pavilions. They were all extremely envious, and their eyes were filled with golden light, but they were blocked by water waves, so no one could enter.

The Holy Son of Ziyuan has never been to Shuxuan Realm. If he was not very clear about the rules inside the palace, he would have seen no pavilion that could enter, nor did he see Chu Tianming, Lin Feng and others in any pavilion, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

As he thought about it, he suddenly felt a little regretful... Could it be useless to come in early?

Just as he was constantly fighting Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, after a long turn, the group finally came to the outside of the Hongchen Taoist Temple one after another.

The Hongchen Taoist Temple is too small to accommodate so many people. They finally saw Chu Tianming sitting on the stone table, and Xiao Yin and Lin Feng who were following Chu Tianming like a classmate.

Seeing Chu Tianming drinking with his own eyes, the Holy Son of Ziyuan couldn't help but feel that his guesses were all true - so he really regretted it.

He really regrets joining forces with Xu Qingqian and others. If there is any benefit, he will have to be divided equally. Xu Qingqian's strength is not inferior to himself at all. It may be a bit difficult to lose money if he gets the benefits.

"Swish... It turns out that these people came in early, it's useless." I don't know who muttered first, which caused some people to secretly ridicule.

"Hongchen Taoist Court... This is Hongchen Taoist Court..." Xu Qingqian saw the plaque and knew where it was. He couldn't help but think and look at the surrounding environment. After a while, her eyes finally fell on the old man lying on the rattan chair. Then, her eyes lit up, "Is it the Taoist puppet mentioned by the master? Could it be it?"

Xu Qingqian was thoughtful.

Soon, a group of people entered the Hongchen Taoist Temple, and the originally empty courtyard was immediately crowded with people.

For monks, it doesn’t matter whether they sit or not, but Chu Tianming, the only person in the entire Hongchen Taoist Temple, has a stone bench sitting, which makes people feel a little unbalanced.

Chu Tianming ignored the people who came later and only cared about drinking the wine alone.

Xiaoyin and Lin Feng continued to stand there silently. Xiaoyin did not look at Xu Qingqian more, and Lin Feng did not say anything more to the Son of Ziyuan.

At this moment, a deep voice rang out slowly, "You can come to Hongchen Taoist Temple, your strength is obvious to all..."

As the sound came out, everyone suddenly discovered that the land under their feet began to stretch. Soon, the originally narrow courtyard of Hongchen Taoist Court suddenly became wide open, but the old tree and stone table remained unchanged. It seemed that those things had been maintained that way, eternal.

Of course, no one would care about these details. They all held their breath and wanted to find the owner of the voice.

At this moment, a monk was surprised to find that drop after drop of water suddenly floated out of his body. These water droplets continued to merge, and finally turned into a fist-sized water ball on the top of his head.

In addition to this monk, drops of liquid floated out of the other monks, and the liquid gathered together. In the end, a ball of water floated above each person's head.

Some monks' water balls are only the size of fingers, while some monks' water balls are the size of fists, while those of Xu Qingqian and Ziyuan Holy Son are the size of watermelons.

At this time, the deep voice sounded again, "The ink beasts you killed in the ink beast tide will eventually be expressed in the form of liquid. The more the number and strength of the ink beasts you killed, the more liquid you get. And the more the amount of liquid you get, the more qualified you are to exchange for higher resources."

As soon as these words were spoken, countless monks screamed in annoyance.

"If I had known this, I would have killed me in the ink beast tide!"

"Oh, I was just busy rushing to the road, but I didn't expect to kill more ink beasts. Alas! I regret it so much!"

"It's all because Chu Tianming is the one who makes me just chasing him and I don't have time to kill a few more ink beasts!" Some cultivators even threw the pot to Chu Tianming.

After Lin Feng heard this, he sneered in his heart. As a pioneer, he really understood how stupid it is to say that kind of thing.

The tide of ink beasts is endless and endless. If you stay for a while, a stronger ink beast will come out. After staying for a long time, if you accidentally attract the ink beast at the peak of the Infus Realm, you will probably not know how it dies!

That tide of ink beasts seemed to be harvesting ink beasts for you, but in fact it was asking you to touch your limits - wherever your limit was, you could kill many ink beasts and escape unsuccessfully. If you exceeded this limit, you would be left behind by the tide of ink beasts and would not be able to leave even if you wanted to.

Therefore, to a certain extent, the size of those water balls is proportional to the strength of the monk himself.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng couldn't help but look at the Saint Son of Ziyuan and found that the water ball above the other party's head was very different from his.

"How is Chu Tianming's water ball is so big? He is worthy of being at the back door!" I don't know if it was the monk who called out, which made everyone's eyes gather.

When I saw it, I immediately saw the water ball as big as a bathtub above Chu Tianming's head.
Chapter completed!